Week four

[letsplayamod]

Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?

But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.

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[literarybehemoth]

Well. I did roll around in it, mostly. Perhaps I should simply roll around in some dirt later on and see what happens.

[cannotunravel]

...are you...familiar with botany much?

[Misane is pretty sure that's not how most plants work, Manulov]

[literarybehemoth]

No, and I am presently on a mind-altering substance so I am even less aware of botany than usual.

[...bats at a ball....]

[cannotunravel]

[Misane takes a bouncy ball and throws it at the nearest ball because hey, may as well have Manulov move around and exercise for the fun of it]

I'll be thankful you didn't come up with the idea of planting yourself to see if that makes catnip grow around you.

[literarybehemoth]

...

That doesn't sound terrible, mind.

[bat bat bat...]

[cannotunravel]

Try not to tell that to anyone else. If you tell it to the wrong person and they oblige, you'll regret it once you're sober.

[She hopes he'll regret it, at least]

[literarybehemoth]

Ahh... you are right. I am arranging my body discovery, unfortunately... could it not be nice soft loam, like burying yourself under the sand at the beach...?

[woah professor lighten up]

[cannotunravel]

[Misane in response tosses a bouncy ball right at Manulov, like that's a silent scolding at him. Don't be a downer, buddy]

[literarybehemoth]

[he is lost enough in thoughts that it hits him right in the forehead.]

...

Foul ball.

[cannotunravel]

The only thing foul around here were those thoughts you were having. Cheer up.

[literarybehemoth]

Hmph. You started it.

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE...!!!]